Jeffers more in tune with world chans so that he reads more intelligibly than in days what he seemed angrily at odds? Whatever the explanation (perhaps it is find eminently today -- his vagaries seem to have dissipated. Here is a volume new poems, miscellany of shorter verse, a symbolic drama of today's struggle, The Powl of and what he terms a masque, Mara, but which is more a fiction in verse form, almost half of the volume. There is violence, rebellion, and recurrently beauty. Good Jeffers.